Liu Zhongqi was stunned for a moment and followed her gaze...

"Who told you to mess with my homework! What are you looking at!" The fire that had just been extinguished started to burn again. Liu Zhongqi rushed forward angrily and snatched back the half-finished English paper. "Give me back my schoolbag!"

"I was afraid that someone would take it away for you, so I kindly took care of your bag so I brought it here. Your paper also fell out on your own." Gan Qing threw his schoolbag to Liu Zhongqi and took a sip of milk tea happily, "You have to study hard.

Children, don’t think about flying over the edge all day long. There are twenty cloze questions in total. You made fourteen mistakes at once. Isn’t failing the exam more terrifying than being beaten?"

This paper Liu Zhongqi had just been handed out and was to be handed in for the teacher to judge. The student did not have the answer book in his hand. He sneered, grabbed the test paper and left, thinking: "Has this illiterate gangster graduated from junior high school? He is just pretending to be a fool, just like

She understands it all."

Gan Qing, an illiterate gangster, had a satisfying afternoon tea without even a crumb of cake left. Then she stood up, stretched, and marked the "Double Eleven" day on her phone's calendar.

November 11th...is there anything special about this day?

"The time is...'Double Eleven'?" Yu Yan looked puzzled, "Are you sure? Who set the stupid date?"

"I," Yu Lanchuan clasped his hands on his chest and raised his eyebrows, "What do you think?"

Yu Yan said: "We are holding a martial arts conference on Singles' Day. Leader, aren't you afraid of being alone for the rest of your life?"

"What's wrong with being alone? It's good to be alone." Leader Yu said half-heartedly, "The 11th is a Sunday, and I can spare half a day in the morning in the name of a physical examination. And in this way, people from other places can spend Saturdays

Come here and go back to your home on Sunday afternoon, so you don’t have to delay their work and school... and you don’t have to attend the event to be all unemployed vagrants and retired people.”

"Okay, look at your late/girly face, just think you're looking for a part-time job with a salary of 8,000 yuan a month. It's hard to find a part-time job with more than 8,000 yuan a month." Yu Yan advised him, "The venue of your conference is, uh

...senior activity center?”

Yu Lanchuan was busy on the one hand, and he had never done anything like this before on the other. Therefore, in addition to the time, location, meeting agenda, etc., this "Martial Arts Conference" was all organized by him.

, the promotional poster is also in the middle-aged and elderly style of "Cheers to Friendship".

As for the meeting arrangements, Yu Lanchuan felt that he was hopeless when he thought about it.

"You'd better not make too much noise. Mr. Lan, I'm telling you, you haven't reported this matter according to the law. If you get too noisy, someone will report you for illegal assembly and you'll be in trouble." Yu Yan warned solemnly, while going

After flipping through the agenda of the meeting, "The entire meeting is strictly prohibited from fighting, and peaceful exchanges are the highest purpose... Oh, that's good... The first item is the entrance of each sect, the leader of the alliance speaks, well... it's just a greeting session to get acquainted with each other.

The second item is...free communication. In order to facilitate communication, each sect is separated and seated separately. The seats are divided into three sections. Those over fifty-five years old and the heads of each sect (only married heads) enter area A.

Unmarried people fill out the information form and enter Area B, and other guests enter Area C...Why are the seats divided between married and unmarried people?"

Yu Lanchuan reached out and covered his eyes.

As Yu Yan read, he vaguely felt that something was wrong: "... After the free exchange session, the juniors in Area B went to Area A one by one according to their seats to receive guidance from their elders for the school entrance examination. The fourth item, talent show and lunch...

No, Master Lan, please wait!"

Yu Lanchuan reached out and snatched back the martial arts conference agenda, and interrupted him seriously: "You've finished reading, okay? Let's talk about this 'Successor of Tangqian Yan'."

"I haven't finished reading," Yu Yan said, "Let me analyze the agenda of your meeting..."

Yu Lanchuan: "You don't need to analyze anymore!"

Yu Yan spoke at the same time as him: "So the process of your martial arts competition is that you first report to your family, then the married people dodge, the unmarried men and women quickly date, then line up to meet the parents, and finally have a meal?"

Yu Lanchuan: "..."

He is the only one with a mouth!

Yu Yan: "Okay, leader, you are so talented!"

Yu Lanchuan squeezed out a sentence through his teeth: "I told you, I didn't arrange it."

Lazy leader Yu has no common sense and dares to leave this matter to Mr. Yang and others. He underestimates the toxicity of our country's middle-aged and elderly groups - they can turn all gatherings with any theme into blind date conventions."

Officer Yu leaned on his desk and laughed like a dog.

Yu Lanchuan adjusted his glasses and said expressionlessly: "I asked, it has been an old rule for many years not to use force. Mr. Yang and the others are still here, as long as this descendant of Yan Qian who doesn't know the truth or falsehood still wants to hang around.

, should not show up during the meeting. I think he will wait for me to find me when I am alone. In this way, after the meeting, I will send all the guests away and find an opportunity to stay alone to restore the venue of the activity center. Since he has left

War letter, there is a high probability that he will appear at this time. When the time comes, you will wait for my signal outside and I will help you keep him."

Yu Yan asked: "Are you sure you can beat him?"

Yu Lanchuan replied inexplicably: "How could I know? I don't know this person."

Yu Yan asked a little worriedly: "What if you are not his opponent?"

"Then just admit defeat," Yu Lanchuan said without hesitation, "If I get hurt, let him pay for my medical expenses and lost work expenses."

Yu Yan: "..."

In martial arts novels, when masters engage in battle, they often gamble their lives, and their life's dignity, success or failure depends on it. According to incomplete statistics, those who lose in martial arts competitions will end up committing suicide, going crazy, annihilating their meridians, and incapacitating their martial arts skills...at the least serious consequences.

The only symptom is to abandon one's weapons, lose one's reputation, and disappear from the world.

It’s probably the only time in history that I worry about lost wages even before I start working!

Officer Yu was shocked by the broad-mindedness of the new generation of martial arts leaders and was speechless for a long time.

Yu Lanchuan: "That's it, I have something else to do, so I'll leave first."

"Hey, Mr. Lan," Yu Yan shamelessly grabbed him and followed him out at a trot, "Don't worry, you haven't told me yet that as a single dog, you will be presiding over the 23rd session of the People's Republic of China after the founding of the People's Republic of China.

What are your thoughts on the Wulin Blind Date Conference..."

Yu Lanchuan: "Get out!"

Yu Yan: "Can the host take the card to avoid death, no, avoid urging marriage? Is there a girl who is good-looking and can be beaten? Can an outsider, like me, participate? Hey... you can walk with your long legs

Soon!"

Yu Lanchuan was too lazy to tell him more and raised his hand to stop the taxi.

"Don't be so serious, Mr. Lan," Yu Yan said behind him, "You won't be working overtime, right?"

Yu Lanchuan: "I won't look down on you even if I'm bent into a spoon, don't worry."

Yu Yan said with a playful smile: "I remember you were very boring when you were a child. In junior high school, the girls in the next class would send love letters and throw them away without even reading them. All day long, you would go back with the air of 'not going with the secular world'

Secretly drawing little girls.”

Yu Lanchuan: "What I drew is your mother."

Yu Yan: "I know you won't admit it! I have evidence! The same person, different postures, a sketchbook is full, there are hundreds of them, I took pictures..."

Yu Lanchuan slammed the taxi door on his face, leaving a trail of exhaust fumes and disappeared.

As soon as he arrived downstairs at his house, his phone started vibrating like crazy. Yu Yan, that bitch, sent a series of photos. The photos were also watermarked, and they were called: Black History Archives of the Leaders of the Martial Arts Alliance.

Yu Lanchuan was about to curse when he was suddenly stunned.

He did have such a sketchbook, but after so many years of studying abroad and working, moving has become a common occurrence, and all his childhood things have been lost long ago. At this time, he was caught off guard and saw old traces from more than ten years ago.

, the vague memory suddenly became clear.

The pixels of the picture are not high, as if a filter has been applied to those green brushstrokes. There are pencil sketches, ballpoint pens and water pens. The outline of the girl's skeleton is sharp. The painting skills are not very good, but her smile is extremely vivid.

, she looked through the paper, the corners of her eyes curved into a special arc.

Yu Lanchuan's footsteps suddenly stopped, and when he raised his head, he happened to arrive at the door of his house. He turned to look at the next door with an unbelievable look. He was stunned for a long time, and suddenly he tried to knock on the door as if he was possessed by a demon.

At this time, the elevator rang, and a slightly sweet perfume aftertaste swept over. The person yawned and asked lazily: "Xiaochuan, what's going on?"

The person who came over was Zhang Meizhen who had just come back from outside. Yu Lanchuan finally came back to his senses and coughed dryly: "I... I'm looking for Gan Qing. I have something to ask her."

"Oh, are you in a hurry?" Zhang Meizhen wiped the corners of her lightly made-up eyes with her fingertips, "If you're not in a hurry, let's talk tomorrow. That little nun went to bed early and was already chanting sutras in her sleep. Or can I bring you something?"

"

Yu Lanchuan shook his head wildly, silently made way for the old lady, stood in the corridor for a moment, and then returned home with his thoughts on his mind.

However, he did not see Gan Qing for two or three days in a row.

When he got up every morning, Gan Qing had wandered off to have breakfast. He ate an endless meal and never came back. He had to go to work on time and couldn't wait too long. In the evening, Yu Lanchuan came back from work.

She was not at home when it was early, and the lights next door were turned off when she returned late.

I don't know if it was Yu Lanchuan's illusion, but he felt that Gan Qing's schedule was extremely irregular these days, as if she was out all day long, and it was extremely difficult to catch her once.

Time flew by in his busyness and restlessness, and November 11th came in the blink of an eye.

This was Yan Ning's first meeting after the death of old man Yu Huaide... no, a martial arts conference.

For the ordinary people in No. 110 Courtyard, it was a peaceful weekend. It was rare for everyone to sleep in. Before nine o'clock in the morning, there were not many people in the small courtyard.

No one noticed that on this day, several old people led by Mr. Yang, who often walked around downstairs wearing red sleeve hoops, disappeared. Several residents in the building also left home very early. The laundry was not open for business.

The leather goods repair shop also closed its doors and thanked customers. The pancake stalls in the south and north of the road were collectively absent from work as agreed upon. The beggars and homeless people within a two-kilometer radius also invariably did not show up.

This unspectacular old building usually seems to be covered with an invisible protective film, but on this day, this protective film briefly disappeared.

The bilingual kindergarten in Ximenkou cooperates with Yanning TV. This year's New Year's Day party will have a group program for the children. Kindergarten teachers and parents attach great importance to it. Children who participate in the performance need to rehearse on the weekend. Nie Ke sends his children to the kindergarten early in the morning.

.

Xiang Xiaoman never cares about picking up and dropping off children, even though the kindergarten is right at the west entrance of the courtyard, as close as a neighbor.

The layout of the living room in the old house is unreasonable, and the lighting is always not very good. Even during the day, there are some dark corners in the room. Xiang Xiaoman sat in the shadow of the sofa, like a wooden sculpture, looking at his hands blankly.

Those people said to her: "Your fate and all the pain you have suffered are essentially caused by yourself. Otherwise, why is it you? Why not others?"
To be continued...